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Worship My Feet
This is a story about a friend named Jack He has a reputation for wearing all black He owns a shoe store on the Sunset Strip The tales that he tells are always a trip
One night we were partying back at my place About a dozen of us were getting shit faced The night turned into morning and most went to bed Except for Jack and I and thatís when I said
ďI see the way you look at me, Iím in the mood to play Come up to my room with me, I want you to stayĒ I knew what he liked and for Jack I had a treat I pulled out his big dick and I rubbed it with my feet
He grabbed my left ankle and began licking my arch His dick stood at attention and ready to march He took my right foot and my toes got nicely sucked I squeezed his dick between my feet so they could get well fucked
He grabbed me by the ankles and he fucked my cute soft feet Using spit to lube them up for his throbbing meat Then he grabbed his dick and started stroking fast He moaned and tensed his body, followed by a blast
His cum covered my feet as he released all his stress I put them in my mouth, licking up the mess Now it was my turn and I lied back on my bed Jack dove in face first and started giving head